The coldness from head to toe did not disappear after a long time. Mo Fan stood there blankly, and he had not come back to his senses for a long time!

"It seems that there are two demon spirits. Otherwise, Miyata would have died, and we would not have seen the memories behind them. Those memories belong to Nara Hara Sora." Ai Jiangtu suddenly realized something and said hurriedly.

Ai Jiangtu's words suddenly woke Mo Fan up. He glanced at Li Kaifeng and asked hurriedly: "By the way, where did you find those old monks?"

"Man Yingshan, that's what the locals call. The host Xinyu and the others are here. What do you say? Why don't I understand a single word? What demon spirit?" Li Kaifeng said.

As soon as Li Kaifeng finished speaking, Mo Fan and Ai Jiangtu looked at each other.

The two immediately read a shocking consensus from each other's eyes, as if something terrible was about to happen!

"The big thing is not good, let's go to Manyingshan quickly!" Mo Fan raised his voice.

Most of these words are only Ai Jiangtu. Ai Jiangtu did not hesitate at all and directly moved instantly. His figure flashed blurrily, and the next second he disappeared. Mo Fan vaguely felt the fluctuation of space hundreds of meters away.

"What the hell is going on?" Li Kaifeng became even more confused.

Seeing that the two of them looked solemn, Nan Jue and Jiang Shaoxu knew that something really happened.

"Don't ask so much, take us to Manying Mountain." Mo Fan urged Li Kaifeng to say.

"Okay... OK!"

...

The few people didn't have time to go to the rest of the team at the same time, and rushed towards Manyingshan as quickly as possible.

Manying Mountain is in another direction of the Western Bear Market. There is an isolated mountain with nothing but some stones on it. Usually no one would have been there at all.

Crossing the West Bear Market, Mo Fan, who was running wildly in blood beast boots, barely caught up with Li Kaifeng.

Ai Jiangtu must have gone there, but I just don’t know if he has time to come...

"What's going on?" Jiang Shaoxu couldn't help but ask while running.

Mo Fan glanced at the bare Manying Mountain, which was still one or two kilometers away, and then said calmly: "We two saw Nara Hara Sora doing something strange in the illusion."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Shaoxu asked.

"After Miyata committed suicide in humiliation, Narahara Sora used a carving knife to carve some strange words on some stones. At first, Ai Jiangtu and I felt that he was just venting his emotions and didn't care too much. But now it's not the same thing!" Mo Fan replied.

"It seems nothing, right? I heard you talk in your dream that Miyata was also carving stones before his death. Nara Hara Sora must have loved her, so he did this." Jiang Shaoxu said.

"The problem is that the place where Narahara's sun-carved stones is - Manying Mountain, which is the mountain that almost all the monks of Yanmingsi make French styles now!" Mo Fan said.

After saying this, Jiang Shaoxu, Nan Jue, and Li Kaifeng also suddenly woke up and looked at the bare Man Yingshan in horror!

It seemed that Mo Fan's bad guess was verified. A bloody light suddenly appeared on Manying Mountain, which was still separated by an old street. This kind of light was extremely bright and extremely weird. It felt like the sun shining on a blood lake, which made people shocked!

"What's going to happen to monks!!" Jiang Shaoxu shouted.

...

...

There are almost no plants on Manying Mountain. At the foot of the mountain is an old neighborhood that is about to be demolished. The construction teams have made the place dusty, and there are some broken stones on the mountain, and even weeds are rarely seen.

At this time, dozens of blood-colored stones were floating on Manying Mountain, forming a strange and evil curse blood map, covering the mountain.

There were some grooves on the ground, and for some reason, bright red blood was flowing out of the grooves, and the fishy smell suddenly spread.

The blood continued to flow along the grooves, laying into a cursed blood map corresponding to the blood stones in the air. Looking down from a high altitude, it was like a three-dimensional skeleton head!

After the blood map on the ground was drawn under the guidance of the bloodstone, they began to fly together and piled up in the center of the entire mountain, forming a standing stone tombstone!!

Outside the entire side of the text, the originally messy strokes turned into lines of eulogies. The blood stains that were obviously dried were extremely red, as if someone had just carved them with blood!!!

"What's wrong? Why did it suddenly become like this?!" The fat monk in the kitchen screamed, his voice like a frightened woman.

"Ghosts must be seeking life. I said we should leave the temple as soon as possible. Now we are finished..." The middle-aged monk who was in charge of the precepts shouted hoarsely.

The other four or five monks wearing French clothes were so scared that they sat down on the ground. The scent of wind and blood came to their noses. There was a ghost picture under their feet, and a blood-like tombstone in the middle. They had never seen such a terrifying scene. Even if no monsters or monsters appeared, they could not even stand firmly.

"I'm here anyway. I've had enough of it in the past few years..." An old monk went to the ground and simply closed his eyes.

They were invited to do rituals here, but they did not expect that this ritual was actually done for themselves. They needed repentance and to be saved!!

"Nara, Nara, I know we are doing something wrong. We recite scriptures and Buddha for you and Miyata every day, hoping that you can reach the Pure Land as soon as possible..." The host Nobuyu knelt down and buried him directly.

Everyone was frightened. They were just a group of ordinary monks. They had never seen the real power of curses and ghosts. They had been frightened over the years, but they did not expect that this day would really come. Nara Hara Kaoru had no intention of letting them, the executioners, gossip from the beginning!

"Pretending to be a god and pretending to be a god and pretending to be a god and a ghost. Narahara Kaoru, you shameless thing, actually pretending to be a god and a ghost. We all thought that you, the person who insulted the temple, had died, and everything was over. I didn't expect that you would pretend to be dead and even use such things to scare us. Narahara Kaoru, if you have the ability, you come out. I'm not afraid of you!!" Monk Qihai pointed to the blood-word tombstone and yelled madly.

"Qihai, admit it quickly, maybe he will bypass us..." said the old monk who was closed.

"What do you admit? I didn't do anything. It's obvious that this bastard Narahara had an affair with that little bitch... Ahhh!!!!"

Before Qihai could finish his speech, his whole person was bounced away by some force, and his body suddenly hit the blood-word stone tablets...
Chapter completed!